You are like a short breath
A line made by a dirty hand
That rocks you in secret

You feel that these gestures are stolen
That no one will believe you
That they will say that he loved you

Your body is a lost island
The childhood memory
Of a helpless princess
Who has seen much too much
And then kept quiet

Finding the words which are drowned
In the depths of your violated nights
And surviving the secret

Your body is a lost island
Carried by a sea of salty, bitter tears
Where nothing else lives
Nothing hopes

Yet you pray, you deny
What your guts are crying out.
You swear it, you reassure yourself
You are alive

The woman that you will become
Is your best friend
The path that your heart will find
And that will save the child, the sister.
You have not made a mistake.
You have nothing to reproach the little girl that you were for.
It will suffice for you just to love her